Holy saints on a shelf!
Sometime in the fifteen hundreds the main church in Antwrp had a "everything must be chucked outside" sale when it was changing hands. A passing publican spotted all the catholic icons sitting about and suddenly realised how he could jazz-up the rather boring pub he was running right next-door to the church.
Described in the tour guide as having religious figures from "knee-high to the ceiling" I demanded that Simon and I go to "T Elfde Gebod" for a beverage. Hence the shot of myself sharing a drink with St John the Baptist. He's a great drinking buddy but I don't actually recall St Jay buying a round when it was his turn. But we'll forgive him because a couple icons over he was standing about minus his head.
And I'm very sad to report that my personal favourite - all time most entertaining - saint was unfortunately absent from the pub. My life-long dream of buying St Sebastian a pint remains unfulfilled.